I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

Dozens of Chen Luo's manuscripts lined up, surrounding the Azure Dragon Emperor in the center.

The Azure Dragon Emperor swept over his ginseng baby with his soul, and took a deep breath.

Whether the old fame can be maintained depends on this. Jian Jia stood not far away and watched nervously.

Emperor, it doesn't matter if you can take down the ginseng fruit tree, don't damage Xiao Luo's manuscript.

At this time, Parasol Tree blew a gust of wind out of thin air.

As the wind picked up, the manuscript fluttered up, spinning around the Azure Dragon Emperor.

Immediately afterwards, a series of colorful lights lit up on the manuscript, and the cyan light flickered non-stop, as if calling for something.

At this time, the thirty sleeping ginseng fruits hanging on the Azure Dragon's head opened their eyes in unison.

"Go, go!" the Azure Dragon Emperor muttered silently, behind him the body of the Parasol Tree shook slightly, and thirty Parasol Tree leaves fell, suspended in front of thirty ginseng fruits.

Some ginseng fruit looked curious, opened their hands and feet, and jumped onto the Parasol Tree leaf, and the Parasol Tree leaf immediately floated onto a manuscript carrying the ginseng fruit.

Afterwards, it waved its small arms, calling for all the other ginseng fruits to come down.

In a short while, more than twenty ginseng fruits fell from the head of the Azure Dragon Emperor, riding on the leaves of the Parasol Tree, floated to the sky above the manuscript, bathed in the colorful light of the manuscript.

But in the end, there were still a few ginseng fruits left. They frowned, turned around, hugged the branches tightly and did not let go, and let the other companions call, the words were reasonable.

Chen Luo squinted his eyes when he heard the emperor, and with a thought, he immediately forced out a few drops of origin, which appeared behind these ginseng fruits.

These ginseng fruit moved their noses, turned their heads, and saw the origin suspended behind their faces, and they all drooled, and then let go of their hands to chase the energy of the origin, and the Parasol Tree leaf took the opportunity to catch us, It was quickly sent to the light of the original manuscript.

"The first step is considered complete."

When all the missing ginseng fruits escaped from the top of Chen Luo Wenhuang's head, then circles of circular patterns suddenly appeared on Chen Luo Wenhuang's feet.

Before the pattern appeared, it was like the ripples under the lake surface, rapidly expanding and shrinking, and in a blink of an eye, the circles of patterns covered the entire Parasol Tree forest.

"That's..." The little saint in Wulin stepped under the circle pattern, and suddenly felt the vicissitudes of time.

"It's the annual rings of Arhat!" Jian Jia explained.

Immediately afterwards, those annual rings recovered quickly, and at the moment when they completely overlapped, Chen Luo took a step forward suddenly.

Behind Jian Jia's eyes, two Chen Luo Wenhuangs appeared.

One is the one moving forward, at this time, Huadi reverts to the appearance of the adult ginseng fruit tree after grafting, and the other is not the appearance of wearing an exploding head.

"Ahem..." Chen Luowenhuang, who was advancing, coughed, raised his hand, and stretched out his hand towards Chen Luowenhuang, the explosive head, and the explosive head, Zhao Meifeihuang, immediately turned into wood and turned into a new one. A small tree grew rapidly, and in an instant it turned into a towering giant tree. The branches and leaves were lush and lush, and vitality emanated from under the trunk of the small tree.

"Arhat!" Jian Jia hurriedly rushed down, at this time Chen Luo Wenhuang smiled and waved his hand.

"It doesn't matter."

"I gave up my body for ten years, and got rid of that precious ginseng tree."

"worth!"

As he said that, Chen Luo Wenhuang waved his sleeve, and the ginseng fruit that was running and jumping under the manuscript was immediately swept up by a gust of wind and hung back under the ginseng fruit tree.

In the last moment, the manuscript was neatly folded and suspended behind Chen Luo Wenhuang's face.

Chen Luo Wenhuang stepped on the small ground heavily, and suddenly branches and vines grew from the ground, forming the shape of a chair in a blink of an eye. Chen Luo Wenhuang sat down, looked at the newly grown ginseng fruit tree behind him, and looked from these Scanning under the ginseng fruit, with a thought, those manuscripts fell into Jian Jia's hands.

"Are you vague with this stinking boy?"

"I want to write some weird world Spiritual Roots." "At least I want to write with the wooden body that I gave to me."

Jian Jia put away the manuscript with a smile, nodded and said, "It's vague."

"Da Luo is an obedient child."

"I'm obedient?" Chen Luo Wenhuang snorted heavily, leaned comfortably under the chair, and sighed, "Finally can't...huh?"

Chen Luo heard that Huang's words were half spoken, and his eyes that were almost closed suddenly opened again. I turned my head and looked towards the west.

"Luohan, what's the matter?" Seeing Luohan's expression, Jian Jia asked easily, "What happened?"

Chen Luo heard that the emperor's face was serious, and said lightly: "You Ming, it hasn't changed."

Netherworld, the central whirling pure land.

Pure Land Center, Xiaoleiyin Temple.

At this time in the Little Leiyin Temple, the young Bodhisattvas and Zhao Mei sat in order, and there was no young Bodhisattva explaining the Buddhist scriptures, and golden lotus phantoms fell from the sky and fell into the bodies of the disciples.

The Buddha's light shines everywhere, strict and cool.

Even if the small way exists, there is no way of compassion in everyone's heart.

The Tathagata Jizo, sitting on the seat of the golden lotus, is holding his head high at this time, and seems to have fallen into a deep sleep.

However, Bodhisattva and Zhao Mei are also accustomed to this.

Suddenly, Jizo Tathagata swayed and fell down from the lotus platform for some reason.

Many Bodhisattva masters had sharp eyes and slow hands, and they all cast spells to catch it, not to mention the little Bodhisattva who didn't teach the scriptures directly clicked a golden lotus and appeared out of thin air, catching the fallen Ksitigarbha Tathagata.

Everyone's eyes looked at him together, and their expressions were relaxed. It is not a good omen for Tathagata to fall from the lotus platform.

The next two generations of Tathagata fell to the lotus platform and perished a long time ago.

It's just that we haven't traced it yet, but it was injured before breaking the demon, and why is Jizo Tathagata?

Only Bodhisattva, who was in the Seven Declines, probably knew some inside information, and his face was even more reassuring.

At this time, Jizo Tathagata hurriedly opened his eyes, and the moment I opened my eyes, bloody traces appeared on the right half of my body, and they spread rapidly, exaggerating the dignified method like a ferocious Devil.

"White Lotus Demon Buddha, in collusion with the sea of ​​blood, invade your Dharma!" Ksitigarbha Tathagata said in a heavy voice, every word seemed to be extremely difficult to say.

"Quickly go... Please Buddha..." "King Fengdu..."

As soon as the words fell, Jizo Tathagata's opened eyes hurriedly closed again, and I sat cross-legged again, with a lot of light radiating from my body, and flowers of wisdom emerged out of thin air around me, and all bloomed.

The expressions of all the monks present changed dramatically.

There is quantity of light, and there is quantity perception...that is the vision of Tathagata entering life and death.

In the small hall, one after another rich Buddha rhyme emerged, it was the appearance of many little Bodhisattvas, and the atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

"One line!" said the little Bodhisattva afterward.

A group of Bodhisattva hurried out, put their hands together and said: "The disciple is here!" "Go to Xiaofeng!"

"Disciple takes orders!" A line of words fell, and then the monk's robe fluttered, and the figure disappeared in place.

Netherworld, Xiaofeng Imperial City.

Lin Huang, who was refining the path, suddenly frowned and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The lower official Wan'er, who was guarding at the side, changed her expression slightly, and rushed to Emperor Lin's side: "Your Majesty, what's the matter?"

Lin Huang hurriedly opened his eyes and shook his head. "Something happened, the trail was hit."

"The impact of the trail?" Xiaguan Wan'er heard the words, thought for a while, as if thinking of something, "Bailian Pure Land..."

"Yeah." Emperor Lin nodded, "We joined forces with Sea of ​​Blood..."

"I can't handle it yet, I'm afraid there will be no trouble in the Central Possession Pure Land."

"Has the Emperor returned?"

Xiaguan Wan'er shook her head: "Is there any more?" "Call back!" Lin Huang's face was serious.

"Yes." Xiaguan Wan'er nodded, "Then I will go!"

Saying that, Xiaguan Wan'er stood up and walked in slowly.

At this moment, Fangcunshan.

The Emperor rubbed Own's wrist.

Sure enough, I was lazy later on, and making up for it now is not paying off the debt.

When I first wrote "Ji Gong Biography", I was worried about being exposed and attracting revenge from Buddhists in the Western Regions, so I stopped writing after only half a chapter.

There is also a way. Although Confucianism and Taoism are the first to protect own, but at that time I was too strong, and the Cultivation Base, which was only eight thousand away, was really just in case, so I still focused on stability.

Now, hehe, as long as the little Bodhisattva makes a move, come one, come two, let him and his wife return home.

Even if the little Bodhisattva is really dispatched...

Do they know what is used to weave the sparse and leaky Skynet?

It is the heart of Confucianism!

Dude, buddy, have you read the Analects of Confucius? Tell him a long story-

It is a joy to have no friends from afar: it is so depressing to have no friends from far away who die later.

If you hear about it in the morning, you can die in the evening: if you hear about him in the morning, you will not be able to die in the evening.

Since it is here, let it be safe: since it is here, let it be buried there.

Look, it's all crystallization of wisdom.

But now that the emperor re-wrote the "Biography of Ji Gong", he found that it was too long.

It’s been two days since I wrote it, and I’ve only finished seven-eighths of it, so I have to keep working hard.

There is a mistake, "Ji Gong Biography" Zhao Mei intends to disseminate it in a serialized manner. For a story with that kind of content, the smallest method of dissemination should not be to throw out the whole book directly, and then let us disseminate it naturally.

"Feilai Peak", "Fighting Crickets", "Four Demons Alchemy", ah...

The common people will naturally pick out these big stories that touch us the most, and then spread them by word of mouth.

"Xiaoxuanmin Daily" is too formal to feel alienated. What I want is not the effect of viral promotion, which just fits Jigong's down-to-earth image.

To put it a bit more complicated, it is not about accurate user portraits, clear product pain points, empowering with stories, transforming user private domain traffic, improving retention rate and repurchase rate, full-link in-depth marketing, launching a matrix strategy, and opening up an ecological closed loop. Grab the traffic seal of Hinayana Dharma, compete for the sinking market, and develop silent audiences!

That set, Buddhism in the Western Regions, can he say it? See you defeat magic with magic!

The emperor withdrew his thoughts and continued to pick up his pen, intending to write more.

Fortunately, "Ji Gong Biography" is not a book eight thousand years away, but the power of chaos in my body is still enough to consume.

Speaking of which, after finishing that book, I can no longer receive the spirit of the book.

It will be a long time before the next time I receive the spirit of the book. There is a way, "Journey to the West" is too long, and it is four thousand years away, so the writing is slow.

However, regarding the book spirit of "Ji Gong Zhuan", the emperor still had no guesses.

Most likely not...

Forget it, it’s a guess, just write it out and you’ll know.

Just as the emperor was about to write, he suddenly felt dizzy in his head.

It was Xiaguan Wan'er's silver needle call, but the exhaustion of the soul.

It was only then that the emperor remembered that the time he spent in the human world that time seemed to be too long.

If he had absorbed a wave of Haowaishan's rule power afterwards, he might have been able to hold on long ago.

"Go up first to replenish your strength." The emperor put down his pen. Since the exhaustion of the soul has already sent a signal, it is best for him to be tough.

The book cannot be written later, fate is own!

The emperor immediately called Mastiff Lingling, and after explaining something, he lay under the bed again and closed his eyes.

The soul returns to the netherworld! "stop!"

The moment You Ming opened his eyes, the Emperor saw Xiaguan Wan'er walking towards him with a silver needle, he quickly let out a small cry, and sat up from under the bed.

"Awake?" Xiaguan Wan'er was also regretful, that time, every single needle was stuck.

"Put on your clothes slowly, Your Majesty will look for him." Xiaguan Wan'er quickly picked up the inner jacket beside the bed, as if she was going to help the emperor change his clothes. Asked: "Where is your sister?"

"The princess is out." Xiaguan Wan'er helped the emperor tidy up his clothes while pointing to a Jade Slip under the table, "This is what the princess left for you."

The Emperor froze for a moment, stretched out his hand, and sucked the Jade Slip into his palm. The power of his soul penetrated into the Jade Slip, and Chen Xuan's voice suddenly rang in his head.

"Da Luo, come out for a while."

"Later, I told him that my father trained a disciple in Netherworld, who rescued you from the Bailian Pure Land and instructed you to go to Mount Haowai."

"You go and see me. It's just that I have a weird temper. If I want to disclose my name and whereabouts, I will take him with me."

"I'll be back soon."

"There are worries on this trip, so you must worry."

The Emperor understood and put away the Jade Slip, and then I looked at Xiaguan Wan'er again: "Sister Xiaguan, what does Chen Luo want from you?"

At this moment, Xiaguan Wan'er hadn't finished tidying up the emperor's clothes, she said with a serious face, "You'll know when he's gone."

"It's a trivial matter!"

Long Di Huangyan also put away the smile on his face, and walked out of the bedroom slowly.

"I'm back, how is everything in the world?" Seeing the emperor, Emperor Lin nodded emphatically, motioning for the emperor to sit down.

"Everything is fine." The Emperor replied and frowned.

Although Linhuang had put on makeup on his face, it was still obvious at a glance that he was not healthy.

"Chen Luo, what happened? You were fine when you left." The Emperor asked with concern

Linhuang shook his head heavily: "I didn't call him back to tell him about that."

"The Pure Land of the White Lotus has united with the Sea of ​​Blood." The Emperor asked doubtfully, "So?"

At this time Xiaguan Wan'er came with some pastries, put them in front of the emperor, and explained: "Prince Fengdu, you know the sea of ​​blood."

"The current sea of ​​blood is the part that remained before the seven generations of Tathagata were killed."

The emperor nodded. At the beginning, the seventh Tathagata entered the netherworld and used the Buddhist path as a knife to cut off the sea of ​​blood. Then there was no such thing as coming to the Buddhist path and being taken away by the magic, and the white lotus pure land fighting for the way.

"For many years, you, Xiaofeng, or Bailian Pure Land have respected and stayed away from the sea of ​​blood." Xiaguan Wan'er continued, "Because the original intention of the creatures in the sea of ​​blood is to be Indistinguishable Dao."

"Whether it's His Majesty's path of life and death, or the new Buddha way of Bailian Pure Land, we all want it."

The meaning of the sea of ​​blood, impacting my path, has no effect of ebb and flow. "

"We are also afraid of being picked by the blood sea monster. It seems that the White Lotus Pure Land is really a dog jumping over the wall!" The emperor snorted hotly, and asked again, "Is there a way to deal with it?"

Lin Huang shook his head: "For the sea of ​​blood, there is nothing you can do."

"There are endless creatures in the sea of ​​blood, and killing them is a must."

"Only without the central whirling pure land, these monks do not have the way of compassion in their hearts. Every time we reach the limit, we will plunge into the sea of ​​blood and use our own way to eliminate part of the sea of ​​blood."

"Over the past few years, the circumference of the blood sea has not shrunk by nearly ten feet, and that is the result of countless Buddhist disciples who sacrificed themselves to the blood sea."

The Dragon Emperor said that he squeezed his fists consciously, and silence is words.

"If my guess is correct, the one that suffered the least damage from the union of the White Lotus Pure Land and the Sea of ​​Blood should be the Central Posa Pure Land."

"After all, we are the main force to deal with the sea of ​​blood." "I think we may need help from inside."

"Looking at the Netherworld, the only thing that can give us internal strength is Qi's path of life and death, not his path of mortals. I want to stick to the path because I am affected by the sea of ​​blood, so I might not be able to do anything without him."

"So call him back early."

Speaking of that, a trace of guilt appeared on Linhuang's face: "That's right, it was originally your responsibility."

"But if the cooperation between Blood Sea and Bailian Pure Land is completely completed, and the creatures in Blood Sea cannot rely on the Buddhist path of White Lotus Pure Land to go to the human world but receive Heavenly Tribulation, then there will be no small difficulties in the world."

"After all, the sea of ​​blood is dry, and monsters are dead!"

"So, work hard..."

The Dragon Emperor said, laughed heavily, and shook his head. "Chen Luo, it's for talking about that."

"The ancient Buddhist sect has been stationed in the underworld for ten thousand years, and you have brought the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty into the underworld for a hundred years."

"Is it for the joy of the world, the lights of thousands of families?"

"If you talk about hard work, they are the ones who really worked hard."

"If you have a problem, I'm afraid that your ability is not limited, so I can help you."

"But if there is no coldness, it will shine very brightly. Everyone is not responsible for the rise and fall of the sky, which generation it is divided into."

"Besides, do you think you guys look like the beat generation?"

Looking at the emperor's sincere face, Linhuang smiled in relief, and patted the emperor's face affectionately.

"Human race... so good!"

At this moment, a member of the Great Yellow Gate walked slowly to the door, and shouted in a low voice: "Report to Your Majesty, the Central Posa Pure Land and his party, Bodhisattva, please see Your Majesty, King Fengdu!"

"One line Bodhisattva declares: One hundred thousand fires!"

The emperor and Linhuang looked at each other, and Linhuang put away the smile on his face, and looked majestically at the big yellow gate that sent the order.

"Xuan!"